Chapter 246

Ethan Sullivan's birthday present unexpectedly became Evelyn Laurent's favorite.

Theodore Langley clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

His five brothers glared at Ethan with razor-sharp intensity.

Ethan raised his hands in mock surrender, though his gaze slid toward Evelyn with a hint of vulnerability.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat.

"It's perfect," she blurted out.

Theodore's expression froze.

His shoulders slumped like a kicked puppy.

Damn it. His baby sister was being stolen.

"We just finished dinner," Evelyn said softly. "Let me show you why."

Aside from her parents' gifts, Ethan's indoor shooting range truly delighted her.

Twenty thousand square meters of pure bliss.

Theodore crushed the transfer agreement in his grip.

The document spelled everything out in black and white.

How the hell had this bastard built such a massive facility in two weeks?

Must be shoddy construction.

Jealousy soured Theodore's stomach.

The Laurents never refused Evelyn's requests.

A motorcade soon rolled out.

Ethan didn't get to ride with Evelyn.

Her six brothers formed a united front, relegating him to the last car.

Watching the Laurent procession ahead, Ethan chuckled wryly.

These overprotective idiots treated him like a thief.

But...

Remembering Evelyn's instant preference for his gift, his lips curved upward.

Exclusion was a small price.

At least she'd chosen him.

That was enough.

For now, he remained an outsider in Evelyn's world.

Her approval alone felt miraculous.

As for those six obsessive brothers...

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

He'd expected the Laurent men to be difficult.

Winning Evelyn would take time.

But securing her heart meant victory over her siblings.

Just like moments ago—

Amusement danced in Ethan's eyes.

Evelyn had instinctively sided with him.

His little firecracker was utterly adorable.